But to live means to be here In the present now Do try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
Life is a story Go ahead and find your sight
But to live means to be here In the present now Do try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
What is it that makes us lose sight True sight, of what is real and essential I'll take organized patterns of chaos Over the chaotic organizations of man, any day
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive